Saturday, June 30, 2018

Ten years later, and there's still no resolution in the stone-cold murder of Linda Raulerson. On the night of July 22, 2008, the life of this vibrant, caring wife and mother drained away on the floor of Joy America Foods in Lake City, Florida. As the lone clerk in that convenience store, she had no chance when confronted by a gun-wielding killer.

This case bothers me for several reasons. On the one hand, Raulerson worked hard to support her loved ones—on the other, surveillance video shows a crackhead who robbed and stole and murdered to support his useless life. (Yeah, I know, he hasn't been caught yet, so how do I know he's a doper? Not much brain matter goes into that deduction so figure it out yourself.)

Married to John Raulerson for 38 years, Linda loved the simple things of life: animals, particularly Persian cats, which she raised; cooking; crafts; and painting. Two of her favorite pastimes were bass fishing and creating antebellum-style dresses for the Olustee Festival held each year. (For those who don't know, the Civil War Battle of Olustee took place near Lake City. In 1864, a rag-tag group of Confederate regulars, old men, and young boys defeated the Union army as it attempted to gain control of the interior of Florida.)

A second reason I'm outraged by this murder is that the victim complied in every way possible during the robbery. I've heard it said over and over, just give the thief your money. Then he'll be gone and you'll be safe. A few dollars aren't worth your life. Time and again, this horrible advice has proved to be predictably false, and this case proves it. When you're dealing with psychopaths and hard-core addicts, violence is often built into their mutated genes.

Yet another reason for my rage is that the robber likely went on his merry way, never caring that he took the life of a genuinely good person or that he may have destroyed a family. To him, it was just a quickie that had no meaning, like a one-night stand. Grab a couple hundred bucks, buy some dope, get high, and start thinking about tomorrow's heist.

There seems to be little progress in the investigation. It's scary that the "Hoodie Killer" might still be out there.

If he's ever caught, Old Sparky sits gathering dust in an unused corner of Raiford Prison. I say forget that stupid needle and bring back some real juice.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

Walmart Heist Goes Doubly Wrong for Robberby Robert A. WatersRoughly 1 in 20 Floridians have permits to legally carry firearms. Concealed carry has become a cultural phenomenon in the state. Every place you go (except for "gun-free" institutions such as schools, colleges, and the post office), people have firearms hidden in holsters, purses, pants pockets, and vehicles. In fact, it's getting downright dangerous for crooks in the Sunshine State. One Jacksonville, Florida robber learned this the hard way. A few days ago, Christopher Raymond Hill, dressed in bright orange clothing, allegedly robbed a Walmart store in Jacksonville. According to Fox News 40, Hill "went into a Walmart liquor store and asked the cashier, LaToya King, for change for a $20. When King told [Hill] he had to buy something, he purchased a pack of cigarettes. However, when she opened the cash register, he leaped over the counter, grabbed the register [drawer], and ran out of the store." In the Walmart parking lot, Hill attempted to steal a silver Ford SUV but couldn't get it started. So much for his getaway scheme, now it was time for Plan B. Scott Reardean, sitting in his pickup outside Supercuts hair salon, was approached by Hill, who placed the money-filled drawer in his truck bed and asked for a ride. When Reardean refused, Hill pulled a knife. He slashed Reardean several times before his victim pulled a handgun from his glove box and pointed it at his attacker. Reardean, who has a concealed carry permit, stated: "He was like, 'Don’t shoot me.' I was like, 'Then get out of here.'" Hill fled, but soon decided to carjack someone else. With a woman behind the wheel, he may have mistakenly thought this carjacking would be easier. The unidentified victim was in a drive-through line at Starbucks when Hill jerked open her door and jumped in her car. He yelled at her to drive, telling her that someone was chasing him. The woman quickly got out, opened her trunk, and retrieved a Ruger firearm. Hill reportedly began to move toward her. However, he did an about-face when she pointed the gun at him. (The news report does not state whether she had a permit to carry, but it's extremely likely.) Now thoroughly defeated, the accused robber fled to Supercuts and hid in the rest room. It didn't take long for cops to locate him. He faces a slew of charges, including strong-arm robbery, attempted carjacking, and aggravated battery. If convicted, a long stint in prison awaits the bumbling crook. But Hill should thank his lucky stars he wasn't shot. Reardean, bleeding from cuts to his hands and legs, spoke to reporters. "These guys can talk about banning assault rifles and banning guns," he said, "but when it comes and happens to them, they're going to wish they had one."Hill, sitting in the tank, is likely wondering if robbers can get a fair shake in Florida. Used to be, you could rob with impunity--now you not only have to fight police, there's always a citizen or two waiting to take you down.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

It was early on the morning of February 8, 1985, when I drove by the Tenneco service station and convenience store on State Road 200 in Ocala. The place was swarming with cops. I purchased gas thereoften, so I wondered what was going on. Later that day, I heard about the murder of aclerk who worked there.

The place was small, with eight pumps, four on each side. Thetiny convenience store contained soda and beer, andracks overflowing with candy, cookies, and chips. The placewas usually busy, being a quick stopover for locals like me who lived nearby, as well as students attendingCentral Florida Community College.

MehrleW. Reeder was one of those anonymous souls who occasionally walk this planet. He'd been a clerk at the store for many years, yet no one really knew him. A tag on his shirt read "Chet," and, as with many sixty-year-old men, he'd developed a paunch and had begun balding. While he was friendlyto customers, he had no family in the area and rarely associated with the outside world (except to go to work). Later, investigators learned he was a veteran of World War II, and that he had moved to Ocala decades earlier.

DanielRemetawas a ne'er-do-well from Michigan. He should have worn a tag on his shirt that read, "Trouble." But when he walked into the Tennecostore that morning, Chet Reeder had no idea that he'd be dead within seconds.

Remetacameto the counter holding a pack of bubble-gum. As Reeder opened the cash register to ring up the sale, Remeta pulled a .357 Magnum from his pocket and blasted the clerk in the chest. As he was falling, Remeta shot him again. The killer then grabbed the cashfrom the till, about $52.00, and walked behind the counter. Staring down at the dying clerk, Remeta fired point-blank twice more.

By the time a would-be customer found the corpse, Remeta and his cohorts were long gone. They would soon make national news for a cross-country killing spree that left fivedead, and three, including a cop, wounded.

As the Ocala Police Department launched its investigation, officersnoticedthe bizarre sight of a one-dollar bill lying on Reeder's chest. Had it floated down as Remetasnatched up the money, or had it been placed there on purpose? A single pack of bubble-gum lay on the counter.

The coroner reported that Reeder had been shot four times: one bullet entered hisleft cheek, "smashing" his dentures; another round hit the clerk just beneath the left collarbone; there was a wound to the upper chest; and a bullet had passed through the left side of his neck. The coroner told reporters that theround that hitReeder in thechest had "exploded" his aorta, killing him.

Detectives located two shell casings and two spent bullets in the store. (They were later matched to the gun Remeta used to commit other crimes.)

At first cops were stymied, random killings being the most difficult to solve. Then Kansas authorities contacted them. Remeta and his gang had been captured after murdering three store clerks in the state and engaging in a shootout with police. Remeta confessed to fiverandom killings, including Reeder's, and three attempted murders. In one case, he abducted a convenience store clerk and shot her nine times. She survived and crawled to a highway where someone picked her up and took her to the hospital. At his Florida trial, she testified against the madman. Remetashot another clerk five times--thisWascom, Texas man also survived and testified against his attacker.

Remeta was sentenced to five life sentences in Kansas, the state having no death penalty at the time. Then he was tried in Florida for Chet Reeder's murder. Jurors voted 12-0 tosentence the killerto death.

Daniel Remetawas executed in Florida's electric chair on March 31, 1998. Newspapers reported that thousands of Kansans cheered when they heard the news.

While the news media interviewed some of Remeta's surviving victims, and published stories about those he killed, there was so little information known about Chet Reeder that the clerk became aforgotten man. He hadfamily up north, however, and they transported him back home to Frederick County, Maryland for burial.

The storehas changed hands numeroustimes, but I never went back.I drive by the place a fewtimes a week, and it still gives me the creeps. I continue to wonder how a Michigan career criminal, out of all the gas stations in America,foundthis one. And how did a harmless man who had served his country and worked for a living end up dead for a mere fifty-two bucks? Makes no sense to me, but that is the randomness of murder.